Defiance (Smirnov Bratva Book 3)

by T. L Smith

  I can feel a build-up and I like the friction of our bodies touching like that. Of my clit rubbing against him. It feels good, so good. He comes and slows down, my back collapses onto the coffee table, my hands letting him go and laying off the sides.

  He pulls out and stands over me. “No fucking divorce,” he mutters and walks away. I can’t move, my body sore and on a high. I wait until I hear the sound of the shower running before I manage to move. When I sit up he’s watching me from the doorway. He smirks, walks over to me with his cock hard and lifts me up, I wrap my hands around his neck and my legs lock around his waist, which is a bad idea because it hits the spot that’s now aching. I look back because Elina warned me there would be blood and there is, a lot of it. He seems to know what I’m thinking because he says, “It’s only blood, don’t worry,” he whispers into my ear. He stops when we reach the shower and deposits me into it.

  “I still want a divorce,” I say, then close my eyes as I turn around.

  Chapter 11

  Viktor

  Like fucking hell, she doesn’t have a chance in hell now. No fucking way. Her and that body—it’s solely mine. She doesn’t get a say, I’ll lock her away like that dumb bitch Rapunzel in a tower if I have to just so I can keep her. She touches between her legs as she washes herself, and I get to take in her small frame. She’s quite beautiful, which very much surprises me because my women in the past have been nothing like her. My women have always had more than a handful of breast, hers just fit into my hand, hardly. Her waist is like a twig, and I prefer some meat on my woman. Her hair is long, I prefer it shorter so I can pull them into me as I fuck them.

  She turns facing me, no smile etched on her lips and I wonder what she’s thinking. Does she want to be married to that man? That man that’s only using her, because he is. She represents something that most men want, power. A lot of these men will do anything to get it, even take Freya against her will. I don’t care for power, I certainly didn’t want to marry, ever. I saw what it does to people. How they hate who they married, and eventually have a side piece of ass. So why would I want that when I can just have a side piece of ass every day of the week of my choosing, and not having a bitch to come home to. I take a step into the shower with her, she washes between her legs and cringes as she does so.

  “Does it hurt?” I ask.

  She turns to face me, her face red. Is that tears? I don’t know because the shower is streaming over her face.

  “It does,” is all she says as she turns around and finishes up. I touch her hips, she jumps just a tad then relaxes.

  “It gets better,” I tell her, hoping soon I can show her just how much better it can get, without the pain. She just nods her head infinitesimally and doesn’t answer me. I don’t know what else to say, so I lay my lips on her shoulder and give her a kiss. She lets me then moments later she doesn’t say another word as she gets out. I wash, finish and get out. When I walk into the bedroom she’s laying on her side of the bed, but turned away. I climb in next to her, pulling her to me. She comes, but I can feel she doesn’t want to.

  Does she want to be with that other man?

  Is that what she’s thinking?

  Did she not want me to fuck her?

  Because she let me, she even liked some of it, I knew when she did. Her hands wrapping around my neck and holding onto my body when I was inside of her. She moves slightly, putting just a little distance between us, and I pull her back. She lets out a heavy breath, I close my eyes, wondering what’s going to happen next.

  ***

  She isn’t there when I wake up. Her side of the bed is empty and cold and she isn’t in her usual spot halfway down the bed all spread out. Hogging as much of the mattress as possible. When I get up, I walk to the sound of the television. She’s sitting in front of it, her legs crossed and a bag packed next to her. She turns when she hears my footsteps.

  “I need to ask you a question.”

  I nod my head standing there waiting for her to ask it.

  “You’d listen to anything they say wouldn’t you? If we were to stay married, and they asked you to kill me tomorrow… you would wouldn’t you?”

  Scrunching my eyebrows, I think about the right way to answer.

  How do you answer such a question? I decide to go with the truth.

  “I would.”

  She nods her head like she already knew the answer, then she and I see that she’s already dressed and ready to go. She reaches for her suitcase and looks up at me and smiles softly. “I don’t want that. I don’t want any of this. So I’m going. Don’t try to stop me. I want to be married to someone that will always put me first, Viktor. I’m sorry you aren’t that person.” She reaches for her handbag and walks to the door, while I stand here and watch her not doing a thing to stop her. Because she’s right, I won’t put her first, I never could. I wasn’t raised that way. My work came before my parents, why would I put someone before that?

  ***

  Anton is laying on Kazier’s couch being a bitch, his leg is up and he’s milking Elina for everything she has. She hands him a beer and goes back to the kitchen.

  “You ready?” Kazier asks.

  He invited me to come over and I never question when he does. Today though, I didn’t want to. Until he told me I had to come that is.

  “We are going out… I think we all need it.”

  Anton stands and I don’t miss the limp in his steps, I know he’s bullshitting with the pain and just getting what he can out of it. It is Anton after all.

  “Where’s Freya?” Elina asks walking over to us. She’s dressed and ready to impress. Kazier’s hand comes up to her ass and he squeezes a cheek, claiming her in front of us. I shrug my shoulders and she looks to Kazier for an answer. He doesn’t give her one and we walk outside where an Uber car and driver are waiting for us. The drive is quiet, everyone just listens to Anton dribble shit about his last hooker, and how Freya is a bitch for shooting him. Everyone just laughs because Anton is fast, so if she got in on him, she must be doing something right.

  We don’t have to wait in line when we walk up to the club. Kazier is ushered in and given a VIP booth at the back of the club. Elina stands and waves her hand to someone. I turn to see Angelina walking up and look behind her hoping to spot Freya, with no sign at all that she’s there. Angelina sits next to Anton and flutters her lashes at him, he looks once then turns his head away. He isn’t interested. Anton has a type of woman, and Angelina isn’t anything like them.

  Bottles of vodka are covering the table, music is blaring, and I just want to be home.

  Kazier taps me on the shoulder, turning my attention to him. “I don’t know how to tell you this,” he says, looking around then back to me.

  “Just say it.”

  “Freya’s father didn’t agree to the divorce, it was Patrick all along that set it up. He spoke to Freya, Freya told him she was getting the divorce whether he liked it or not.”

  I nod my head and sigh, letting it all sink in.

  Then he carries on, making me at a loss for words, “We’re to traffic Freya, Viktor.”

  We are the bad guys, I’m not going to deny that. We do things normal people would never dare dream of doing, as well as drugs, harvesting for the black market, but our biggest and best income is trafficking. We tend to not get too involved unless absolutely necessary. We have men that we don’t care if they get caught that do that shit for us. A lot of our women are whores, who couldn’t pay their pimps. But every now and then we get the odd innocent, which usually happens when the families owe a substantial amount of money, and the only way they can pay is to offer a family member in exchange for clearing their debt.

  Freya’s father, on the other hand, traffics as many women as he can get his hands on. He has rich, wealthy friends, who like their women young, beautiful, barely legal, and definitely not tainted.

  They think Freya is not tainted, but she is now by me.

  “When?” I finally ask.

>   “We’ll be collecting her tomorrow.”

  “Her father’s idea?”

  He nods his head. “To teach her a lesson.” He seemed to care for her, his daughter, I guess he just wants her as a puppet after all.

  “Why are you telling me this?” I turn to him, he hands me a glass of vodka, while drinking his own.

  “Because you’re going to help me collect her,” he says shocking me.

  “You don’t care?” I ask him.

  “I like the girl, she’s got fire… but she isn’t worth me risking my alliances, Viktor.”

  I nod my head. He sounded like his father just then and he hates his father. He is a ruthless bastard after all.

  “You want me to find her, don’t you?”

  “I do and don’t fuck this up, Viktor. You don’t love her, so don’t try to protect her.”

  “I won’t,” I tell him because I won’t. She can be sold. If that’s what the job needs, that’s what the job gets. Kazier stands up and walks over to Elina pulling her away, and onto the dance floor. Anton comes and sits next to me, punching my leg as he looks up.

  “He tell you?” he asks looking to Kazier and nodding his head to him.

  “He did.”

  He looks to me. “So what’s the plan? We going to hide her?” I look at him, my eyebrows raised and my fists clenched. “What? I like the chick,” he says shrugging his shoulders. He likes her because she was fast enough to get a shot in on him, so no matter the bitching he’s doing, he’s giving her the respect he thinks she deserves.

  “No plan, Anton. She will be trafficked.”

  He starts shaking his head slowly. “Because she grew some balls and finally told her daddy no?” He laughs, then sobers when he realizes I’m serious.

  “Fuck! That’s harsh, even for you.”

  Better the devil you know and all that shit I guess. She shouldn’t expect good from me, good is something I don’t have in me. I killed my own father for betraying our family, why would I care for someone that I’ve only known for a short while. A woman that I’ve only fucked once? I don’t!

  No, that’s not true because there’s a part of me that tells me I’m lying, but that part can fuck right off because I will do what’s necessary, I always have and always will. I am loyal to my family and if this is what my family want, then I must obey regardless of how I feel or what I want.

  Chapter 12

  Freya

  A hotel is my only option. To say my father is pissed is an understatement. No one tells him no, my mother never did, and Patrick and I never did either. People that told him no usually left in pieces, never whole, so I am surprised I’m still standing the next day. I’m surprised he hasn’t hunted me down and locked me away until he thinks I’ve learned my lesson.

  I hear the sound of cars pulling up out the front door of the hotel room. When I peek out, I see all four guys get out, Viktor included. I sit on the bed, gun in hand as they kick in the door, my father sent them, I’m sure of it. Kazier walks in first, looks to the gun then to me. Death and Anton follow. Anton looks at my gun and winks at me. I don’t see Viktor come in as Kazier goes to speak. “Freya,” he says. His hand is on his gun I can see it, I know most of their moves by now I’ve picked up a lot as well.

  “You aren’t taking me anywhere.”

  Kazier smiles and looks down at the floor as he speaks, “Sorry princess, father’s orders.”

  “Where does he want me to go?”

  He looks over to Anton and I notice Death is looking behind him, not saying a word as usual. I spot Viktor’s large frame behind Death, he’s coming in closer with a black bag in hand.

  “Trafficked,” Anton says.

  “Oh, fuck no,” I scream. I raise the gun and fire off a shot, hoping to hit Kazier. If I hit him they will stop to see if he is okay. If it’s the others, they won’t. I hit his arm, but they don’t stop. Anton reaches me first, knocking the gun from my hands. I roll backward over the bed, and just before his hands grab me I pick up my knife sitting at the top of my bag. I hold it to my side as Viktor walks in. He looks to me, but I must look like a crazed animal because I am crazed right now and cornered.

  “Don’t fight it, little bird,” he says stepping forward.

  “You’re going to let them do this to me?” I ask him blinking back the tears.

  “It’s our world, you know the rules.”

  I do know the rules, fight or die, and I’m not going to be trafficked so I can lose all fight because that’s what would happen I would die slowly inside. Each and every day. So I raise the knife.

  “Don’t make me do this,” I tell him because if that’s what it takes, if he’s given up on me, I will stab him and I will kill him. Even if I think I love him. Even if it breaks my heart. I won’t go there, no matter what. He takes another step forward, I clutch the knife harder in my hand, ready to use it. He lifts the bag to place my head inside it so I can’t see—less fight for me if I don’t know what I’m fighting. I’ve seen it all before, but it won’t be me this time. His hands come up, the knife I have in my hand I’m clutching it for dear life, as he brings the bag closer. I lift the knife and place it straight to his throat, he pauses but doesn’t stop.

  I do. I can’t kill him, even though a part of me is screaming to slice him up so I can try to escape. But me against four men, I know where my favors lie and they aren’t with me escaping. As soon as the black bag covers my face, I drop the knife and hear it clink to the floor. His hand clasps at the back of my neck holding me in place as well as the bag.

  “Out,” Kazier’s voice rings through. Viktor places his hand on my back, the one that isn’t on my neck and guides me to the door.

  I don’t bother pleading with him, his mind is made up, and I’m not going to be able to change that.

  “Relax,” Viktor says feeling the tension running through me. I want to laugh at him and tell him he’s a dickhead if he thinks I can relax. That’s never going to happen.

  And my father knows about this, my fucking father, the fucking bastard.

  I thought from the years of me doing as he asked me to do would give me something good in his books, but nope nothing, not a thing. I wonder if Patrick knows. He must know. Our father tells him everything.

  “I’m still your wife,” I say to him when we come to a stop. I hear the doors of the car open.

  “I know.”

  I slump down—he knows, but he doesn’t care.

  “Take the fucking hood off of her for now,” Anton says. Viktor lifts it off as he picks me up and places me in the car. It’s a van and he’s sitting next to me, with Anton across from me. I don’t cry because weakness to them means nothing. It actually annoys them more. So I sit where I’m placed, listening to the car start.

  “I want to speak to my brother,” I tell Anton. Anton looks to Kazier and then back to me. He pulls out his phone and dials a number, puts it on speaker and closer to my mouth.

  “What,” his voice comes through.

  “Patrick,” I say, holding everything back.

  “Freya, is that you?”

  “Yes.”

  “What’s wrong?”

  I look to Anton and then back down at the phone. “Papa is having me trafficked, Patrick. Because I told him no.”

  He curses out loud, then goes silent.

  “You will forgive me for what I will do then won’t you, Freya? You will forgive me, won’t you?” he repeats it several times to me, so I understand what he’s talking about.

  “I’ll forgive you, Patrick.”

  “Stay strong,” he says then the phone goes silent. I drop my head, knowing exactly what he’s about to do, and not feeling guilty about it at all. That’s the bad part. I should be, except the situation he’s put me in, and now he deserves everything that’s coming his way.

  “What did he mean… forgive him for what?”

  Patrick and I spoke about this kind of thing, what our life would be like without our father in it. Patrick said he would
never treat me like property, and I would be able to live the life I choose. I believed him because I don’t want the same things he wants. We were raised to want two very different things, his was power, mine was my own life. That doesn’t mean if I wanted someone dead, Patrick wouldn’t be the first to do it, with his own two hands because he would.

  “What did he mean, Freya,” Kazier says from the front seat. I smirk because no matter what’s about to happen I’ll come back from where I am and treat them the way they have treated me.

  “I’ll come back for you all,” I say in a small voice, the smirk still on my lips. “And I’ll kill everyone you love.”

  They don’t say anything, the hood is placed back on my head and I hear them mumbling. They think they’re doing what’s right. That what the biggest, scariest man in their world wants—my father—but they’re wrong. He’s a child compared to what Patrick and I will be, and I won’t take any hostages either, I’ll kill every last fucking one of them. Making them scream, just the way I was taught and what’s more is I will revel in it. I was trained after all by the king of sin himself, and he’s not someone to take lightly. So why the fuck should I.

  Chapter 13

  Viktor

  “He’ll protect her,” I tell Kazier, but he shakes his head. We look back to the van, she’s sitting in the same spot not saying a word. The bag still covering her head, her feet tucked under her ass as she waits.

  “It’s orders from her father. Patrick will listen to him before her,” Anton says.

  “We may have underestimated their bond. We don’t know how close they are. Think of us and our fathers, we all hate them. What makes you think they don’t?”